The gadgets and trash of others lay strewn about as the refugee checked in with the staff at the immigration center. He tried to crack a smile but, having fled through the “safe” corridor from Guatemala to the border, he wondered—would he live better? Adelmo followed the track millions of other young men pursued, wanting freedom from the oppression and corruption in their country. Sure, there were losses along the way, but it was worth it. Every last one of them who tried knew their chances were slim. At least they wouldn’t be a target of the drug cartels anymore.